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Never Stop

Be the torrent, the unstoppable deluge gushing with grit and surging with a purpose.

Go, traverse the unexplored paths of life.

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

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What You Mean To Me

There were days in my life when nothing seemed right. There were chaos, unrest and moments of despair. When I felt good about nothing. Even the songs I loved seemed like a disturbance. The moon, the stars, nature’s serenity, all appeared to ruin my being. Despite sleep deprived, I was unable to get my eyelids close. The body felt famished yet I detested any morsel. In such utter disharmony, your thought crossed my mind. And it made my desolation entirely insignificant. When everything is wrong, you are the only right.

I remember the day when the storm found its way to my house. The rain was slowly turning into snow and the roads were covered with sleet for a long haul. The supplies were cut and the lights snapped out. The room heat was slowly turning to biting coldness.  The wind gushes were making frightening noises, everything seemed hollow and I didn’t know how long I could withstand the mayhem. Then the wind fluttered the pages of the book we used to read and brought back the beautiful memories of the past. My mind was resurrected from the trauma to a tranquilized imperturbable and it gave me hope to quest the storm. You are the hope that makes me achieve the unattainable.

I was not well and bedridden for a while. The head was spinning and faintness prevailed most of the time. I was hearing voices and people images were appearing blurred.  The body lost all strength and the guts were not able to hold any scoff. My senses were numbed and mind was beyond being sane. Then I drifted to sleep and your faint impression started appearing in those darkest dreams. The heart grabbed new inertia and I floated in a heavenly flight. The panacea started to respond and my mortal resolute was in sight. You are the one who helps me to fight the odds.

Everything appears attainable when the slightest of your thought crosses my mind.

Hope beyond Adversity

Dancing wild in some boisterous thunderstorm,
Disheveled and scattered,
Draped in darkness,
Lost in the canvas of wilderness,
The raindrops fighting hard to sustain the squall.

And when the gale abates,
The fortitude prevails despite broken scape,
Those millions of helpless drops come together to form a gushing stream,
Flowing with vigor,
Defeating the ostensible destruction.

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah